Whisper n Thunder
                                          The Whisper of Native American stories, the Thunder of stories that demand to be told. 
                                                                                                                                                                  

Poetry n Prose 8

We are
          Where Nations come together
          The softening of rock
          The flowing rapid river

We are
          Silver and sun
          Flint and fire
          Moon and night

We are
          Copper and earth
          Turquoise and forever
          Wind and wings

We are 
           Sacred songs and singer
           Balance in harmony
           The Center of the world
                               
We Are
 
~ Kareen Lewis



Vision: I See a Woman Standing with the Stars ~  Robin Morningstar Dick

I see a woman standing with the stars, and the moon above. The woman is staring at the light commencing from the moon. Down upon her there is a spirited horse that she is looking at. I see in the vision it is a brown painted horse. I see a stunning blue turquoise bracelet that is bright and alluring to the woman’s eye. So lovely. The beauty brings feeling that brings to her thoughts a joyful, happy time and place.  She is looking at the beautiful blue turquoise bracelet that is bright, her long black hair blowing in the wind.  The wind brings to her an enormous strength.  As she sees the earth below, she sees such a magnificent observation of the rocks, and the Earth.  The vision she sees is a splendid waterfall near the rocks that is illuminating and brilliant.  

The significance that she is looking upon is seen in the vision that provides mythology, folklore and tradition.  The colors seen are yielding midnight blue, profound purple and many other bright colors.  There is also smoke that encircles the woman standing with the stars.  Her long black hair is flowing with the wind.

Woman standing with the stars: symbol of strength such as a direction and shelter to her people.

The Horse with brown paint is her navigator; powerful, robust and fast as the wind.

The Moon is yet a higher power.  

The Stars are the elders that are giving her directions and powers.

The beautiful blue turquoise bracelet  symbols feelings of affection for harmony and peacefulness.  

Standing with the moon and the stars, I see a shadow on the sun.

Standing with the moon and the stars, the stars go fading one by one.

I hear a cry of victory, another of defeat.  I'm feeling so forsaken and blue, but I hear the sound of drums that thunder all around and about me. I see a new day that brings a renewing to the mind, body and soul.  It is both a refreshing and time of renewal, a time of gathering with the elders from the past.  A time of hunting, fishing, eating, playing and laughing. A time when the woman standing with the stars sees the white buffalo run.

   

 

 

 


Crimson Eyes   

At Frank’s Corner

Men who knew dad
 
Drank into delirium
Blacked out
Hard-time lives
There then not always
They slurred
Stories about dad
How tough he was
How good he was
How…
Short stories for there was
Only so much to say
For a life cut short
I watched their souls
Surface between drinks
To crimson-shot eyes
For years in the hollows
Of small town despair

What You’re Taught 

They teased us
The neighboring kids did
With nectarines
When we asked for some
They teased us more and said no
Grandpa saw this
And took us to town to the fruit shed where
Workers loaded the pickup with nectarines
Some for us and Pete the pig
Back at the house the kids saw us
Out of nectarines couldn’t tease us any longer
We laughed and ate some in front of them
They asked if they could have some
Grandpa looked at us to see what we’d do
So we gave them some too

Tri - Me
 
I wait for the phone to ring
A call they will come
Bring the new pow-wow drum
They want me to pray over
Near noon the sky is brilliant
The storm that ravaged the last two days
Travels south of the valley
 
In this small space made into a room
I sit back on the bed
To collect my thoughts:
I live in three worlds
Was raised in three
In a white world
But I’m not white
In a Mexican menagerie
But I’m not from Mexico
In fragmented indigenous ways
That set me in motion many years ago
To revive and keep alive
This is where I feel connected
I am Yaqui/Tarascan
In these three worlds I travel
Have traveled
That I may live
That I may continue to exist
But my spirit sings with the old ones
 
Seeing there before me
Two hand drums on a plastic shelf
I see what is left of a way of life
Silent for the moment
I gaze at them
Heartbeats of the people
And from deep within
Like the rush of a snowmelt current
My eyes flood
 
I look out the window
See a hawk on a telephone pole
The phone rings
I rise
Dry my eyes
Answer Yes
Bring the drum

Guidance
Many elders have crossed over
Their guidance is a deep loss
Some people have held sacred their teachings
Continue to walk in those ways
Teaching the young
Helping their communities
Giving back
Then there are the others
Seeking status, fame, profit
Who pervert the sacred ways
Want everything NOW
Become mystical in their thinking
Their medicine non - existent
A new generation wants to connect
With the Good Red Road the Elders walked
Who will guide them
In the way of the ancestors?
                     ~ Monolin Manny Moreno



 

 

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